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Tweetotaller…I’m One Too

I just read this Why I Don’t Use Twitter post by Devin Coldewey on Techcrunch. He managed to articulate most of my doubts on Twitter’s value, way better than I ever could. And he might have just invented a new word while he was at it. Impressive!

But the reasons why I don’t ‘get’ the whole Twitter train are different. For one thing none of my friends are on it, which is not surprising (for most of them, Gmail is still the ‘latest tech’). As for news, I still get mine the old fashioned way via the paper. For another, I cannot post from my mobile as it is too expensive, so real time is out of the question. The best use I’ve come up with so far is to pass around links, sort of like a bookmarking service.

Like most people, I have a lot of ways I consume information. For local news i.e about India (right now, national is local), my best source is still the newspaper. My favorite paper, The Hindu, still delivers the best content unlike the other gossip tabloids masquerading as papers (I’m looking at you TOI and HT). Techcrunch and Lifehacker and some other blogs keep me informed of tech and Valley news. My friends keep in touch through IM, mail or even, hold your breath, the phone! As for things that I have to say to the world or even just to a select few, I have a blog and a tumblog (that is one too many according to some people). Twitter just doesn’t have a place.

I know you shouldn’t knock something if you haven’t tried it, but I have tried to work with Twitter. I came, I saw and I wasn’t impressed. Maybe one day though. Till then, I’ll just entertain myself with reading the many many Twitter posts which seem to appear with almost clockwork regularity.

P.S: If for some reason, say you want to follow me (hey, its possible!), my Twitter handle is @sugarcandy243.

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